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Didnt think it would be that hard
but he has his hearts collected
still eager to enter the door of evil
and no one can get it off his mind
a girl in the hallway
she has one on her stomach and one on her back
screamed for help twice
but no help insight
dali paintings dresses her wall
I cant help to stare
cant help to take my time

A vase in the hallway
she made a flower hers
stood there for a while
and kept staring at the door
now theres a key under his pillow
and she was thinking of burning that house down
key would stay, beyond ashes and wood
burnmarks, they wont go away that easy

tonight we were all swimming in blood
twisted catbodys flew over the streets
i close my window got ants in my feet

a loose grip for the one with good shoes
i got lucky
pale corpses falling from a big blue sky
i got no place to be
ive got no place to sleep tonight

the grass is greaner up there
it grows everywhere

we take long walks
do wacko-space-talks
and we'll talk to luna allright
though she cant hold on for me
I took the wrong side of her lunity

My dreams are getting  real
these windows, what are they ?
i keep wondering
I've got deamons upon me
cursed with desires, and probably i've deserved it
im allways running, unable to get help
got intestines in my mouth
I've got a forrest to cross
places places and some more places
all printed like tatoos on my brains
and I have to make em stop

at a point i get stuck
mirrors appearing with sickness in mind
this man, hes not just staying there
he's got another perspective of time
searching for eyecontact
stiff like a corpse, yet he moves around
cant focus, cant just stay there
have to make my way out of here

in my dreams i run around
i run around and i cant help to turn around
the more i run around the panic starts to appear
starts to appear and has decided not to dissapear

two uncrackable windows and one bed for a true friend
thats what there is, no clue and no end.

I watch my hours running out
days hiding behind nights
one moon compared to seven
I saw five not eleven !
and I got it all figured out
I'll spend my christmas here with my teddy tight
sleep all day and smoke all night
but yet nothing will be as it´s used to

get em drapes all down
to hide behind one
loveacts turning to catfights
I cant get enought of this one
smoke all day and fuck all night
guess everything will turn allright

head for the hills, high up higher than all
grounds got covered in blood
climbin' up, afraid to fall
big piles of death all above this mud
and pouring pus in heaps of flesh
my last wish is told and soon to be said
I wish for a quick death and to keep my head
insides outide
my body in a sack
I breathe I moam and try to get back